It is not known what would have happened if Luís Rubiales had done the right thing from minute one when the controversy over the kiss imposed on Jenni Hermoso broke out: apologize, acknowledge that it was an abuse because you cannot kiss a woman because you feel like it and then lower sails. But no, no. The virile president of Spanish football preferred to hold on to his shoulders, literally and metaphorically, and throw the noose around his neck all by himself. He deserves to be fired as soon as possible because, as Héctor Bellerín from Betis rightly said yesterday, football is a social tool to advance and progress and machismo should have no place within this system.
The truth is that every time Rubiales has opened her huge mouth since that historic day for the women's team, she has sunk deeper into her own rottenness.
At this time, it's not sad at all. It's gross.
The football boss is finished, even if he doesn't want to find out. Whatever he does, there is no turning back because the social pressure will increase. Not even playing the victim. He is wrong if he believes that it is a matter of four feminists who have set up a scandal for nothing, or of the Díaz, Montero or Echenique of this country. It is not even a matter of Tebas or Pedro Sánchez. There is no conspiracy here against him, nor "social murder". Only thousands of people who have set foot on the wall. As for "false feminism"... I prefer to think that it does not exist, however it is fair to recognize that there are impostors, and not only in the world of football.
With his castling, Rubiales has only managed to be more and more portrayed as a textbook macho. For many reasons and above all for one, the most serious: he has tried to shake off the blame by placing it on the player. He couldn't have set a worse example for his daughters. He seated his people in the auditorium, another manipulation. It is called reversal of the burden of proof, and Rubiales unfolded it like this, without embarrassment, while addressing her daughters to talk to them about "equality": "She was the one who picked me up and brought me closer to the body her. And I told her: 'a little bit?' and she said, 'okay'”.
That is to say, according to this character, it was a consented, free and mutual kiss. It seems that the truth matters a lot, of course only when it is yours. If appealing to that kind of truth, the lie, implies taking away the player's, then to it, comrades. From the pride that she denies having, she swore by Snoopy.
Saving time and distances, this behavior takes root in the 'miniskirt sentence' and grows in the structure of power privileges. You will remember that, back in 1989, a judge acquitted a boss of abusing an employee because she used to wear a miniskirt to work, even though on the day she was wearing pants.
This cave machismo has gone out for a walk these days. Yesterday they set up a coven between equals and they got tired of applauding Rubiales even with their ears. That Españita from the Mojo Dojo Casa House laughing thanks to an unpresentable person, except that here there is no Barbieland fantasy because the 'mojo dojos' are made of flesh and blood. Of shame. That Rubiales does not understand anything at all is worrying. But to see that he is not alone, that he has a clique, causes real fear.
